Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

I was dumbstruck at his words, my lips could barely mumble a reply. Even if I wanted to, who would I reply to first? Dylan shamelessly yelled my name from afar, getting the attention of anyone who cared to look, and they were a lot due to his popularity, or should I reply to my boyfriend first? He’s curious to know why Dylan Emerton saw me butt naked, literally.

I just want to crawl into a hole then disappear. I’m so confused.

Kyle’s hands disengaged from mine, forcing me to make a headstart on my decision. He’s hurt. I turned back and met . the look of pain and hurt on his face. I turned again shooting a massive glare at Dylan, he replied with a smirk as he strode away. That’s his plan? Chaos? Disrupt my quiet and peaceful life. He didn’t want or need anything except to make me seem like a complete fool in front of my boyfriend, now he’s left a huge mess, but Dylan doesn’t care. It’s all fun and games for him. Nothing more than that.

“Tell me he’s lying.”

His voice shook me, bouncing me out of my internal rant and thoughts of revenge. I never meant to hurt Kyle. It was a genuine mistake, but Kyle would not hear the end of it, he wouldn’t believe me even if I spoke nothing but the truth, not to mention he was on the verge of losing it.

I’ve never seen him this angry. In two years, this was the first time he couldn’t meet my gaze. It hurt more than I expected.

“Kyle, I can explain please,” I said, it sounded stupidly cliche, but I couldn’t figure out anything else other than a plea in a bit to pacify him. It backfired, he scoffed and my words only seemed to rile him up.

“Tell me he’s lying.”

He raised his voice a little and I shuddered.

“Camilla.” He called out, eyes watering, hands shaking by his side, he let out another scoff, then ran a few fingers through his hair and out. I was going to lose him. I’ll lose him except I say something.

“My dad had no other option but to live with the Emerton. We were devastated, confused, frightened, and extremely tired after the fire. When Mr Emerton offered help, we took it. I didn’t know it was then until we were in the car, I couldn’t oppose or put my ridiculous feelings first. I had to comply. I got there, we didn’t see each other, I went upstairs, took off my clothes for a shower to get the stench of fire off my skin, When I walked out, I tied the towel across my chest, he appeared out of nowhere, I didn’t know he stood behind me, the towel just slips and he saw my naked butt, only for like three seconds I swear.”

Once again, I told a partial truth to cover my ass and not add gasoline to a fire. We’ve had too many of those recently. If Kyle thinks it was a mutual mistake, he may not probe further. I hope he doesn’t. Sincerely. My head is spinning and it isn’t even first period yet.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“He saw you naked.” He stated in a low tone. That’s all he picked? Not naked-naked. Just my butt. Surely I didn’t say those to him.

“I know, it’ll never happen again I swear.” I caressed his cheeks and he groaned. Please drop this.

“Promise me you’ll stay away from him.”

He pleaded, reaching for my hand, inching closer. I gulped and thought of it.

“Dylan and I have no business at all, the second we get our house back, I’m out of there so you don’t have to worry.”

I gulped. “He said promise…”

My subconscious added. I shook my head knowing exactly what I did. Avoid and evade. I don’t make promises I’m certain that I won’t keep. Even if I tried, the truth remains; I can’t stay away from Dylan. I just hope Kyle doesn’t get hurt in the crossfire.

“Ok.” He muttered slowly placing his lips on mine. The short kiss lasted a few seconds, then he pulled away and slung his arm over my shoulder. Maybe it’s due to the fight we just had, but it felt dry. I’m having a headache. It’s not even Monday.

“Let’s get to class,” I whispered holding his hand. He seemed hesitant but grabbed mine as we walked to class.

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